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A Short Story By:

V.BAg

(The Vulgar BAg)

 

Copyright © 2018 by V.BAg

 

This book is a work of author’s real-life incidents. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely unintentional and coincidental.

 

All rights reserved.

 

The purchaser of this book is subject to the condition that he/she shall in no way reproduce or resell it, nor any part of it, nor make the copies of it to distribute freely in any form without the prior permission from the author.

 

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Dedicated to:

My bygone coquettes, my spouse and my elite boozer friends!!

 

Stuffing

iii. Coquetry#2005.09

iv. Acknowledgements

 

Preface

 

Sometimes juggling for vacant parking lots that too in the so-called Delhi, National Capital Region (NCR), makes me feel sacked rather raped, overly by my compact sedan. This indeed made me an omniscient at times, as now I can imagine and draw the movie stories, even after entering the movie theatre just before the intermission.

 

By the way, this ravishment doesn't happen to me all across the fifty two weekends; even I am a narcissist at times. The other left out options for me over weekends are either wobbling through the DTH channels or the navigation to the social sites, either as an active user (probably like pre-adults or like business celebrities whose earnings are linked with the social gossips and flaunts) or like me, the one who occupies the passive segment.

 

These time killer mechanisms are just similar to the luxurious sluts; you desire them in between your routine life to rejuvenate, but you can’t choose to stay with them forever. Certainly, sharing house with luxurious whores, either needs wealth; lots of wealth or passionate love, impartial of the profession, in lieu you can name this person “A sex-manic”.

 

“Reading” one of the finest ways for effective time killing transformed me from a mediocre software professional to a naughty storyteller. However, I personally don't opt for books rather prefer, short and precise stuffs, magazines or The Newspaper.

 

One fine Sunday, an article “Young Writers” published in a leading newspaper, re-activated my silent neurons to think something for my own, the inner me, my passion, my obsession, by whatsoever phrase or word you label it, but indeed it revolves around the prime notion “this is what I can also do and probably in a bit better way than the rest, for my nasty writings”. Aha… nasty….. a platform…. rather I must say my platform where I can share my real nasty encounters (of course with females),  ejaculation episodes, fumbling flirts, which can even help blow-up my readers intimate desires, undeniably with an additional aid of their mechanical movements for the smooth emission.

 

Hence, thought trying to frame my words in an episode, sharing my bona-fide encounters, good and bad experiences, to give you some pleasurable imaginations. Yooo… you deduced it right, an attempt to pen down my first sexual writings on papers, parturition of a fresh essayist with the compilation of few of his real-life dirty blue stories in this book “Zero Displacement”.

 

Zero Displacement, is in coherence to the fusion with woman in private and having zero voids between the two bodies.

 

 

Prologue

 

This, November born womanizer of the year 1981 is a simplistic, diffident and an above-board personality with immense eroticism. By profession a determined, formulated software consultant and manager, let's give this masculine scorpion, a pseudo identity, ciphered as V.BAg.

 

As a matter of choice, you can even tag him as “The Vulgar BAg”, though, in reality, it encompasses the beginning alphabets of my first, middle and last real name.

 

Framing the short stories rather the little episodes in this book as a coquetry, derivative of the key word coquet. Meaning “talk or behave amorously, without serious intentions”, Oops...the words seemed to be new to some of you right…..? Think… if some of you have listened, your stunning female English teacher classes carefully, instead of observing her front and back spheres, it would have saved few bytes of our Internet usage and time. This might be the phrase example used by your English teacher to make the word understood to you, "The guys always try to coquet the girls in short skirt".

 

English teachers are majorly stunning, at least in my country. I am sure many of Indian origin people would agree with this fact, and the ones who disagree are the ones who know the meaning to the word “coquet”, perhaps we all have a huge sympathy with you, the unlucky chaps. On the lighter note, I am also like one of you, who constantly gaze upon the beauty from distance, and are always occupied in calculating the distant sphere sizes, both front and back. So the final credit and in turn “the thanks”, goes to the lexicon software for the explanations of the word “coquet” to the dud like me.

 

 

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[The Vulgar BAg]

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